Saturday, January 22, 2011

“...and he’s on it” gets its head out of its a**

There was a time—not so long ago—when I felt if I was going to add a fellow blog brother to my sidebar that they had to be worthy of some sort of inherent “stamp of approval”—an unspoken “I recommend this person, I like what they do.”

Well, now that I’ve had an opportunity to reflect on what that, indeed, means, I’ve come to one conclusion: what an arrogant PRICK I am. [stabs self in thigh with Bic]

Just exactly, who the hell am I?! Who gave me the right to pass judgment on what you may or may not like to read? [furiously bangs head on table]

After all, we’re in this together, right? The totality of readers and writers alike—we’re just passionate about American open-wheel racing and like to share in each other’s opinions.

When one blogger succeeds, we all succeed. We feed off each other’s prosperity.

So... what’s this all mean? This: my acute attack of rectal-cranial inversion is OVER. Some of you may have already noticed that I have opened up the ...and he’s on it sidebar to include a plethora of sites that focus on IndyCar.

Brilliant idea? Yes! But not mine. IndyCar blogging pioneer, Jeff Iannucci over at mynameisirl.com (and more recently onelapdown.com), is where I stole this little gem of a concept from, and I know there are others out there that boast an equally stout blog roll.

And let’s be absolutely clear: this is NOT an indictment of others who choose to do differently. Everyone has their preferences and, as far as I’m concerned, individuality is what makes the world go round, so you’re encouraged to patronize whatever sites peg your tach.

Bottom line? Want to find out where the latest in IndyCar opinion/editorial, news, and humor is hidden? Swing by ...and he’s on it (or the site of your choosing) daily and GET READING. And don’t forget to comment—your thoughts are always welcome and encouraged.

Lastly, I’d like to take this opportunity, on behalf of all IndyCar bloggers, to say thank you for your patronage. We appreciate it.

63 days, my friends...

—JM